Bowandarrow91 - Rebels Of The Night Lyrics

From record store finds to basement shows,
The rhythm of rebellion, it constantly grows.
Sneaking out windows into the night,
With dreams and smoke, we took our flight.

Lost in the chaos of youthful sparks,
We painted our rebellion in the city parks.
Crashing party lines, amplifiers scream,
A generation's anthem, a palpable dream.

We were young and wild, just trying to survive,
Growing up fast on the punk rock jive,
In the back streets, with Doc Martens and studs,
Spitting out rage, and covered in mud.

It was spikes, stripes, and broken strings,
Living through the mess that the 70s bring,
No future, no fear, we were taking our stand,
In the grime of the city, in a nowhere land.

With ska horns blaring from a busted old tape,
Two-tone rhythm, giving us an escape,
We'd skank all night till the sunrise came,
Streetlights our stage, yeah, nothing's the same.

It was spikes, stripes, and broken strings,
Living through the mess that the 70s bring,
No future, no fear, we were taking our stand,
In the grime of the city, in a nowhere land.

We were rebels with pins and chains,
Laughing through the struggles and pains,
With every scar, we built our pride,
Just another face in the punk rock tide.

It was spikes, stripes, and broken strings,
Living through the mess that the 70s bring,
No future, no fear, we were taking our stand,
In the grime of the city, in a nowhere land.

Now we look back at those old, scratched tunes,
Memories worn like our boots and tattoos,
The 70s were rough, they were dirty and raw,
But they made us who we are, without a flaw.
Looking back, we're seasoned but we never forgot,
The echoes of rebellion in every vacant lot,
Those nights we sang under the moonlit skies,
In a symphony of chaos, where truth never lies.

It was leather, patches, and unity rings,
The fire of our youth still fiercely clings,
Holding onto the spirit, the beat and the sound,
In the echoes of the city, our hearts are still found